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Thursday, September 15, 2011

When You Humans Are Away, The Pets Will Play!

So as you know when you humans leave your home show to join the work flow, sneak out for a quick ummm romp, that gives you a glow or whatever else it is you do. That is just our cue. For the so called pets will get you back and go on the attack. That's what you get for leaving us all alone. We may even chew up your phone.

Wave your hands up in the air
As we watch you leave our lair
Rolling to the street
Driving out of sight
Giving us the big green light

Vet visit taken over the ridge
Great food hidden in the fridge
Birds tease out the window
Instincts take control
Anger starts to take a stroll

The house is too clean, we can't take no more
We won't allow such a glistening floor

Time to rip it up
Got to tear it up now
With no prying eyes
We just can't wait to

Rip it up
Got to shred it up now
Even if we have to improvise
It won't be useful anymore

Rip it up
Got to tear it up now
With no prying eyes
We just can't wait to

Rip it up
Got to shred it up now
Even if we have to improvise
It won't be useful anymore

Can't blame us because you trapped us here
Can't blame us for chewing your gear
So just give us a treat and a cheer

Whether a bark or a meow
You have to clean it up now

Clean it up
Got to wash it up now
So when you close your eyes
We can once again

Rip it up
Got to shred it up now
Even if we have to improvise
It won't be useful anymore
It won't be useful anymore

So now I'll give you the facts, meaning the next time you come across such acts. You can hum this little tune, as we give you the full moon and you have to clean up our mess. But don't wait around for us to confess. It's never going to happen between me and you. So clean up the mess and get a clue. You let us roam free and a mess you will surely see. Some of it may also be more than gas, especially if there is no litter around for my little rhyming ass.

Really nice write Pat, I've often thought about what the pets do when we leave them all alone. In the beginning, when you wrote how the cats are looking out the window waiting for the cars to leave the view- I had to smile, as mine always stare out the window, almost this exactly- And I always thought it was because they love us so much they need to catch every glance they can- guess this tune tells otherwise- Really nicely done

Yeah mine always watch when I go toAnd as soon as I open the door their right there to viewhaha yeah your thought could be trueBut still once were out of viewTime to pull a crimeAnd fill the floor with grime..haha

haha whether it's ragsOr those back yard flags huh..haha

Yep they think what can we get into nowAnd then kapowOne big mess comes aboutYeah I just used a Batman word in my shout..haha

I think it's a matter of pets responding to separation anxiety. It's easier for them when there's more than one pet who might be responsible, so you're not sure who to punish. When Orson was younger -- and before he'd had all his shots -- he was strictly an indoor cat. He hated that, so whenever I got home, he'd be waiting by the door so he could try to run past me and get out. Any time he wasn't waiting by the door, I knew he was hiding because he'd done something he knew I wouldn't like while I was gone!

Yes if they did we'd be screwed for sureAlthough mine has enough paw strength to open the front door

Yeah that is true because when there is twoThey aren't as scared of being caught, so they are a little more hot to trot. Cassie came from the outdoors but see never wanted to go back, she knows she has it good at my rack. Orlin is to proud of himself to hide, over eager pride..haha

Back when we had 2 inside catsthey would have parties when we crossed the door mat.Unrolling complete rolls of toilet paper all over the house!Forget looking for a mouse!Better things were to be done.Funny songs were to be sung.Kitchen counters needed inspecting,toilet water they need to be licking.Then when they hear our car come home they crouchunder the couchlooking all sweet and innocentthinking they are brilliant!ha.

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Orlin the cat is the rhyming king, all kinds of entertainment and fun I bring. Pat sometimes gets a vote when he has something to say of note. But it is mostly the cat here at our mat. Pat is owned by my myself and Cassie, who is rather sassie. The two cats and Pat reside somewhere in Nova Scotia and "eh" isn't part of our chat. So here at Bush #5, you can balk, poke fun and just enjoy my hive. If you can't then find some sand from any land, pick it up off the ground and proceed to pound. See what fun I can be? So enjoy my sea where the absence of a plot is a plot and now that is all out of me.